Amazing Disgrace

Amazing disgrace
There are two important things that can happen in your life or death and these are grace and disgrace. Some people might have lived in disgrace being treated as a slave, threat for their blessed cause, being deprived their human right but died in grace and lived in the hearts of many. Peoples who have lived and died in grace have conceived hope, birght future and peace in the mind and heart of the so many. We might have failed to give proper respect and value to these greater personalities in their living moment fearing incarceration, torture and execution but we try our best to compensate if not to fully pay the debt we owe to them. That’s why we remember them by dedicating a day, opening institution, building monument and naming district after them. For the above reason we have dedicated Dr.Marthin Luther king day on January 20, opened Malcolm X center, Gandhi library and built a monument to Abun Petro’s a monument dedicated after an Ethiopian Orthodox Church patriarch who is known for his strong stance against fascist invaders during 1930 Italian occupation.
On the other hand we have witnessed so many personalities that have lived by the grace of iron fist they have acquired .The grace they have owned in their living days was earned by the gallons of innocent blood they have poured in broad day light, by the thousands of people they have silenced and by the millions of people they contained in a tiny prison cells. Their grace was a grace given from the people to them on the basis of fear not love. You may consider them as the beloved leaders of the people when you see their photos and monument in highways, buildings and in every home but their picture is printed on the mind of the people worse than the image of the devil we can possibly portray. The grace of iron is not immortal rather it is embodiment of your physical body because of this it dies with your body. If you carefully analyze the following leaders like Adolf Hitler, Idiamin Dada, Mummar Gadaffi, Saddam Hussein and Bin laden they were all considered once as a people who determines the fate of your living or dying better than God, they were preached, feared and begged for their mercy. These personalities where the one that conquered our mind, with the fear of not to even think about doing anything that challenges their grace. But when people overcame the bar of fearing death there was nothing that has stopped them from ending the iron fist earned grace. Following the ultimate failure and fate of tyrannies we have sung the opposite version of amazing grace as amazing disgrace over their dead body, we have tear apart their flesh and share it to the families who owns the blood and flesh of their loved ones, we deny them a proper burial and rest for their soul that going to be cooked in hell anyways.


Rolling In a Deep Shit

Well sorry for ruining the song title by Adele rolling in a deep for those who loved her as much as I do but I really liked the song title and added one more word “shit” to express the exact feature of campus life.
This semester I was committing myself as usual in extracurricular activity that matters for my fellow students and in community service that paints a colorful image for a campus that is painted dark from the inside. But all my efforts and wishful thinking for my campuses again has been dashed out by a certain group of the campus society that is baptized with hate against peoples who work to improve their community. By using their unquestionable authority and power they prosecute me and render a decision by applying their baseless accusation as a firm ground to the case. As a result of their last warning alleging me with illegal activity for personal benefit I find myself in a state of dormancy and alert that’s hard to control at a time. The reason why I said am in a state of dormancy is to state the fact that currently am restraining myself from any activity that represent the campus in order to avoid any window of opportunity for my Satan preached prosecutors and the reason why I said am in a state of alert is to state that I am 24/7 remain awake even opening one of my eye while am asleep so as to take immediate action on a threat that can be posed on my survival.
For any ordinary person a warning letter for one student who is not quite performing in academic and who is socially active might be a silly thing but for me campus as given me a great lesson that I can’t get from any other place. Campus clearly portray the picture of Ethiopia in its little version .jelousy, lack of punctuality, lack of discipline, oppression, bureaucracy, illiteracy among the literate, tunnel vision, racism, corrupted officials ,day light robbery and nose diving quality of education all of the above things sums up and forces the nation to be rolling in a deep shit.
Finally you came to understand why so many good hearted, passionate and dedicated people lay themselves in a place that doesn’t meet their status it’s because they are unwilling to roll in a deep shit that’s why they are evicted from a nation they love and forced to live in exile ; jam packed in a tiny prison cells and wait for justice to done : lines up in an endless court room bureaucracy.

Censoring my eulogy

In one of my facebook posts I commented that I am gone die at 25 or 27 like 2pac,sam cooke or amy whynehouse did even though they died at early age with great success while am gone die as early as I start my journey toward the destination of success.
It’s really scary for many to set their living bar as early as in their 20’s but for the kind of young man like me who is sometimes driven by frustration, agony and despair the early 20’s I set as a bar for living might be longer than I can handle.
Then let’s assume am gone die at 25 which is 2 years away from now on. The cause for my death most probably is going to be self generated or as you all refer it more suicidal than natural cause. From what I have observed the best options for someone who want to commit painless suicide might be cutting your wrist and let’s your blood flow on the floor as if some red snake crawling in a carpet, stinging yourself with a jelly fish which is harder to find it here unless you are diaspora, jump from any sky scrapper of Addis or tree scrapper of Mekelle.
What will be the motive behind my suicidal act well it might be being driven by the frustration of how change is becoming a slow progress in nation that lags behind any formed nation in the world, failing to be understood by family or breaking up with my dear love.
Unlike any dead people I don’t want anybody to write eulogy for me saying Abel was this and was that.Rahter I want to be the one to write my own eulogy stating clearly what kind of person I used to be in my living days. The possibility of my own eulogy being read at my funeral will be very minimum because there will be thousands of people who are not interested in hearing one of my lines stating “life ain’t worth it if we sell our soul for the dictator or if we restrain our mouth from speaking our own mind”. I am also sure that no one from my family will be courage’s enough to speak out the words of my eulogy. Rather they write something that represents me partially saying Abel was a funny, smart, and generous guy while editing the fact that I was courage’s enough to criticize dictators even at their birth place where they are liked next to Jesus. They edit and censor my eulogy to let the crowd at the funeral pour gallons of tears as if they are going to trade with God to my resurrection or free ticket to heaven with gallons of tears they collected. But I have one wish which I want to fulfill whether am alive or dead and that is making dictators uncomfortable with the echoes of my freedom preaching voice that rings in every halls of palaces, courts and prison that are treating humanity to its lowest point.

Serial Lover

In my recent blog i wrote an article with a title called “Digital Crush” which narrates about my intimate affair with a woman that i personally don’t know and with image of her that i don’t remember vividly.Until this very day we still remain soul mates as i hope and am really looking forward for the the day am gone meet her and i have already started sketching my plan to go to a place where i have never been the middle of all this i just saw someone two month ago while i was having lunch with my friends after a hard day.this someone that i saw personally really ripped my heart with her look,her hair have no limit to it’s stretch plus it dresseds her back as a gown and makes her Dr beautiful,her smile lacks nothing to be brand of Ethiopian Monalisa smile.everything about her look is something i have never confront or seen in my entire campus life and for some one like me who don’t care even to dare the government i find it harder to even look her with my full gaze.
if you put yourself in my shoe then you feel sympathy for experiencing the life of a Serial Lover.a serial lover is a definition i gave for the opposite of serial killer,when the later kills to many the first loves to many at a time.
now am in a dilemma of choosing the one and it’s a battle of idea between good looking beauty versus smart looking personality,which i feel more tempted to choose the later.but instead of all this it could have been a lot nicer and easier if God gave us two heart one for the good looking and the other for smart looking.